Casting my vote at the local elections left a sour taste in my mouth, even though the candidate of my preference won. This time around, I refused to be swept up by the whirlwind of tweets that declared this last election as a turning point for Venezuela, the mark of a new beginning. I don’t believe in optimistic rumors anymore and was plagued, the entire day, by details that in the end illustrate the state of our nation.
I bumped into a friend leaving my voting center and found myself wondering whether he wanted a better country or to continue making the millions he has been making in the last decade. How many people say one thing and secretly vote the other way because this government has been good to them? What would I do in their shoes? What I see is a country shrouded and weighed down by layers, over layers, over layers of division, lies, cheating, cutting corners, information trafficking and such.
I am glad my candidate won. With him at the helm I know that streets will be lit, trash picked up and a small measure of security guaranteed. Maybe that is who my friend voted for, the guy who will keep his residential area clean, safe and working while he votes for the other guy at a national scale, so that he can keep the connections that make him millions intact.
Lack of clarity is what plagues me… not knowing where the country is heading, what rights will be suspended, what products will cease to exist, what industry will be attacked, where my friends stand politically, what will be ceased illegally, whether we will be kidnapped, who can I trust, when should I leave...
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